The Crimson Erotica is Pittsburgh’s hottest nightclub and patron’s wait in line for hours to get through the door. No one would ever imagine, however, that it's something far different or that the shapely dancer who owns the club along with her two sisters is far from an ordinary human.

Named for the god of war, Ares has always lived up to the reputation. Born to be the bloodmate of Kaden, one of the leaders of an ancient race of vampire’s who've sworn to protect mankind from their predatory counterparts, Ares is torn between her promise to reunite her siblings and her desire for the one man who makes her pulse race.

Can Ares surrender to her destiny and help protect mankind from the evil that stalks them? Or will she just continue to sway in the denial of the Blood Dance...

Blood Dawn

Sol has always been different. Unlike the humans who surround her, Sol's nights are filled with meeting her craving for blood and protecting the residents of her small community from the evil vampires known as the Clage. Even to her own kind she's an anomaly. Her unique ability to walk in the sunlight sets her apart from any of her eleven missing siblings. Despite this, Sol builds herself a calm and relaxing home, moving about unnoticed, until the Clage and a breathtakingly gorgeous Nicaean male invade her world.

Forced to battle to reach the sisters she thought were lost and reunite her family, Sol also has an obligation to the humans she's sworn to protect. But worse, she has a growing love for only man who can make her feel complete. Can Sol learn to except her differences and give herself completely over to the breaking of Blood Dawn?

Blood Denial

Loki knew the Nicaean that looked at her hungrily was trouble from the moment she laid eyes on him. What she never imagined, however, was that the condescending egomaniac would send her running for the hills or that she'd never be able to get the taste of him off her lips.

As the Clage move in with hopes of destroying Loki's world, can she let go and learn to live and love again and fight beside of the man who already owns her heart? Or is she bound to continue to run in a constant state of Blood Denial?

“I rage against the denial of what I do not wish to accept, all the while knowing that despite my defiance, the truth is always the truth and no means of rejection will make it otherwise.”Loki

Excerpt:

"You suppose they know who we are?" Loki asked the others as she toyed with the Celtic pendent that hung around her neck. It belonged to her mother, a memento their father retrieved from the Asylum vault at her request. Normally such things were claimed by the patient’s family when their loved ones passed, but no-one had even known the woman’s name, let alone if she had any family.

"If we could find our blood mates then we wouldn’t be in such danger," Cere stared off dreamily and her sisters rolled their eyes. There may have only been twelve hours difference in their ages, but Ares would swear it was more. Not that any of them looked to be over the age of twenty five or anywhere close to their true age.

"Just what we all need, males telling us what and when we can do things," Ares added sarcastically. Their father may have intended his twelve daughters, each named for an ancient Norse, Greek or Roman god, to be the blood mates of the Nicaeans, but Ares had no intention of being anyone’s playmate. The women hadn't even been able to find their entire group of siblings, yet. They’d searched ever since that fateful night that left the daughters separated and as a result, Ares didn’t have time to cater to the needs of some overbearing male, predestined or otherwise. Ares had been the first born and Cere last, their DNA specially engineered to match and amplify the strength of their predestined mates, the Nicaean warriors who much like the sisters, were vampires for lack of a better term. The hybrid births of the sisters to human mothers had come at a cost, however.

While life of each mother had been forfeited upon the child’s birth, their father had seen to each of their needs right up to his own untimely death. Dr. Nash was a brilliant man, well beyond his time in the realm of science and technology. Some of his basic theories were just now considered to be on the threshold of innovation or invention.

The sisters spent the first twenty years of their lives housed in an ancient estate outside of Charleston, South Carolina. They were trained, schooled, and prepared for the role their father planned for them from the moment they were born. But all of that changed in a single night of death and destruction, a night that left the sisters scattered to all corners of the world and changed how they viewed themselves and their role in this war forever.

Someone in the inner workings of the estate had fallen under the influence of the Clage, a group of warring vampires whose entire existence was based on death, destruction, and world domination. In exchange for what the person must have thought was immortality, someone Dr. Nash trusted sold the location and security codes to the estate to their sworn enemy. The attack came at dusk as most of the estates occupants were waking. The Clage attacked mercilessly and from every possible direction. The dim minded minions were no stronger than ordinary humans but they didn’t fear death which made them reckless and highly dangerous. Since the attack, a death sentence was rendered to any Clage member stupid enough to wander into the Crimson Erotica.

Ares wasn’t certain whether the first objective of the raid had been to capture them or kill the sisters. She only knew that it destroyed everything she’d ever known. She, Cere and Loki had been the last to escape the raging inferno that erupted during the assault. How many others survived or where they were was still unknown. Ares recalled brief glimpses of some of them during the attack. She was certain she’d seen Chaos jump through one of the large picture windows. Ares had spoken briefly with Sol, but they’d been separated by falling debris and what happened to her after that was unknown. Ares, Loki, and Cere fled to the outskirts of Pittsburg and through some clever investing and a few favors from some of the cities paid officials, the girls managed to secure their club. They considered it their own sort of revenge and social service club. After all, as Ares always said, the only good sucker was a dead one.

Author Bio:

JL Oiler grew up in the mountains of West Virginia where she still lives with her husband and children. She is a graduate of Fairmont State University in Fairmont West Virginia, and holds a Master’s degree from Ball State University in Muncie Indiana. She always possessed a passion to create stories to entertain her friends and family, but life led her on a variety of paths before she found the opportunity to return to the dream of writing stories to share.

JL currently has stories with Rebel Ink Press and Silver Publishing. She enjoys the Erotic Paranormal genre, but has dabbled in other areas of romance as well. Her first release came in January of 2010, since that time she has had multiple individual releases as well as the opportunity to work on several anthologies. She can often be found chatting about upcoming events or releases on facebook .

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Bite with Height is the hot new FF vampire romance by the wicked and wonderful Lucy Felthouse. I can't wait to sink my teeth into this one. Lucy is sharing an except today. Enjoy!

Blurb: When Meg spots a young woman alone in the Pigalle district of Paris at night, she's intrigued. She has to know her story and find out why she looks so sad and alone. After introducing herself, Meg realizes that she and Grace have a lot in common. But when they decide to go and grab a drink together, they discover a mutual love that could bond them forever.

Meg was hungry. Or, to be more precise, she was thirsty. Taking her usual route down the Boulevard de Clichy, she knew she'd find something suitable to drink if she waited long enough. The Pigalle area was notorious both in Paris and further afield, known for its sleazy bars, clubs, and sex shops. Most young women traveling alone would avoid it like the plague. Not Meg. For her, it was the ideal hunting ground.

At this time, just past sunset, it was always full of people, some going about their daily life, which just happened to take the crowds through one of the city's seediest areas. Others came to stare, bug-eyed, at the voluptuous women trying to entice them into lap-dancing clubs. They giggled behind their fingers as they shuffled past shop windows advertising all manner of equipment for use in the bedroom.

Then there were stag and hen parties—groups that descended on Pigalle, spent an evening causing havoc in the bars and clubs, then left, having laughed themselves hoarse and having drunk a skinful.

Most of these people were utterly harmless. The area was an attraction, a bit of fun. For others, it was much more. Attacks on working girls were not uncommon. Or at least, they hadn't been. The crime rates had dropped dramatically since Meg had moved to the area. Nobody, much less the police, knew why. And Meg didn't intend for them to find out.

Meg thought she had a thorough measure of the area and its inhabitants, so, she was completely taken by surprise when she saw the girl. By now, Meg was much further up the boulevard, on a strip of pavement between the Moulin Rouge and the inevitable branch of Starbucks. Glancing across at the coffee house, Meg spotted her. The girl sat at a table outside, gripping a cup of something-or-other as though her life depended on it.

She was beautiful. She was also completely out of place. At this time, the majority of people were here because they wanted to be. This girl looked as though she would rather be somewhere else. Anywhere else. Wondering if the girl had been coerced into coming by a boyfriend, Meg gritted her teeth and crossed the road.

As she drew closer, she realized there was no other cup on the table, no evidence at all to suggest that the girl was there with someone else. Meg headed inside and ordered a Cappuccino with an extra shot. Caffeine always did her the world of good. It warmed the blood. Taking her beverage outside, she heaved a sigh of relief as she noted both that the girl was still there, and that the seat beside her was the only one available.

Moving toward the girl, Meg smiled and asked, "Do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken."

"Grace," the girl replied, temporarily removing a hand from her cup to shake Meg's. She put it straight back on again, but not before Meg noticed a slight tremble. The girl looked as though she was about to go back inside her own head, so Meg spoke quickly.

"So, what brings you here? I can't help but notice you're not local."

"Oh," Grace said, as if surprised that Meg was still there. "I live in Paris. I moved here with my boyfriend, but . . . ." she looked at her hands.

Suddenly, a piece of the puzzle clicked into place.

"I'm sorry," Meg replied. "I didn't mean to pry. I'm just a little lonely, I guess. Just making conversation."

"Depends what kind of company you're looking for. Can't say there are many desirables 'round here, though!" She looked around, as though to prove her point. "Say, you want to get a proper drink?"

Meg stood, hoping Grace would follow her lead. She looked down at the girl, smiled, and held out a hand. She watched Grace's posture visibly relax, and her grin grew wider as she put down her cup and took the offered hand.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

True Identity is a brand new release by Lila Munro. This hot follow-up to Identity Crisis is one sizzling contemporary BDSM story that will have you turning up the AC. Lila is sharing an excerpt today. Enjoy!

You have to leave the city of your comfort…

Jillian Stewart was as straight laced as they came. Or was she? After one man tearing her down to her very foundation, she’s set out on a path of self-discovery. Pursuing a Master’s degree in sociology, Jill’s determined to wrap her mind around the complexities of the BDSM world. Getting into a good doctorate program won’t be easy so she’s pulling out all the stops. After disregarding her professor’s warning against subjecting herself to the lifestyle, Jill finds she’s drawn to her tutor. But this isn’t her world. Is it?

and go into the wilderness of your intuition…

A career Marine Corps officer, Stephan Sachelles has always chosen to keep his lifestyle choices to himself. He avoids the underground house parties on the base to frequent a club miles from home in an effort to protect his privacy. Steph’s been a Master at Steele Image for years and he's enjoyed the company of many of the subs there with no intention of ever settling on just one. How would he make that work…it wasn’t like he could convert his base house into the dungeon of his dreams. Then Jill walks through the door. Steph’s intuition tells him there’s wild abandon inside her fighting for a chance at life. In the depths of her eyes, far behind the over analysis of everything she encounters, Steph sees the heart of a true submissive. But the resistance Jill puts up is driving Steph crazy. While she’s a good student, she just won't let go. Fighting his own internal battle, Steph finds he wants nothing more than to be the only Master to help her find her true identity.

“Where the hell are we going?” Jill asked sharply, fighting Steph’s grip and trying to pull free every step of the way. When Steph didn’t answer, she started to fear he might be on his way to toss her back out of the club on her ass. As determined as she had been an hour ago to get the hell out of here, she now knew she wasn’t quite done with her little field trip, and in the back of her mind she knew wanting to stay had nothing to do with her damn thesis. “You’re not kicking me out are you?” she gasped as they neared the narrow hallway leading back out to the bar area.

“No, I’m not.” Steph didn’t look at her and didn’t slow down. “But if you intend to stay, you’re going to learn to play by the rules that I give you and not continually mouth off. I realize you obviously can’t contain your curiosity, you get so wound up in picking things apart you forget who you’re talking to, but that’s no excuse for rude, and honey, I’m going to satisfy part of that curiosity right now.”

When Jill realized they were back at the spanking bench, icy fingers of dread clutched her heart and it sped up three-fold hammering her ribcage. He did not intend to spank her. No, a voice screamed in her head, while another one niggled its way in and whispered, yes. Oh God, what was she supposed to do? She didn’t even have one of those safe words she’d read about. Would he even listen to her if she did and used it?

Steph unlatched the red velvet rope behind which the bench and several scary looking paddles and straps of all sorts hung. He stepped through and pulled Jill in behind him refastening the barrier as a few other people started to collect. He was not only going to spank her, but other people were going to watch. Jill’s throat constricted and tears of regret at not being able to do one simple thing, be nice not rude, welled up in her eyes.

“What are the tears about already?” Steph asked, pulling her to the side of the bench. “We’re not even started.”

“I’m sorry, Master Steph,” Jill whispered. “I won’t do it again, Sir.” She glanced around at the people collected and mixed emotions swept over her. First she wanted to die and fall in a hole then she wanted to pull her panties down herself and give her ass willingly to Steph. Damn it! She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not here, not now.

“I’ve been watching you very closely, Jill,” Steph said in a less hardened voice. “I know you want more than to just watch. I also know you have limits. I’m quite certain spanking isn’t one of them. Is it?”

Jill shook her head like a puppet being mastered by a string.

“We’ll have a much more in depth discussion of those limits later, as long as you agree right now this isn’t on that list.” Steph waited a few seconds before prompting her. “Jill, answer me.”

“Spanking is not on the list, Sir.” Jill swallowed hard and forced out a few more words. “Please don’t make me take off my shirt.” Her voice audibly shook. The memory of Master Kyle’s fingers gliding over what lay beneath it swamped Jill. If Steph made her take off her shirt in here, in front of all these people, two Xanax wouldn’t enough to bring her back to Earth.

“I won’t,” Steph assured her, running his hands up and down her arms. “Now bend over and put your hands on the bench shoulder width apart. I won’t restrain you this time.”

Jill did what Steph commanded. Once she was bent over, he ran a knee between her thighs and forced them hip distance apart. For a moment he was gone and even though the room was filled with chatter and music, Jill heard the silence his absence caused buzzing in her ears. Then he was bent over with his hand on her shoulder and his face so close to hers she could feel his breath whispering across her throat.

“Look at me, Jill,” he said firmly. “This is important.”

Not wanting him to read her eyes again and see that she had figured out that she not only wanted a spanking but needed it, and from him, Jill stalled.

“Jill. Look. At. Me.”

Jill turned her head and was immediately lost in his eyes. They held her prisoner in that moment and she was quite sure she’d have let him do almost anything to her.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” Steph asked her.

“Yes, Sir.” A voice came out of Jill but she was certain it wasn’t her own. It was some slut’s voice from the past.

“Have you ever had one before?”

“No, Sir,” she squeaked.

“Jill, you’re safe word is red for the rest of the night. If you’re in too much pain physically or emotionally at any time, use it and I’ll stop. Do you understand?” Steph’s eyes never left hers.

“Yes, I understand, Sir.” Jill’s hands nearly slipped off the bench they were so damp with cold sweat.

“Does what I’m about to do trigger that physical danger fear?” Steph asked, running his fingers along her throat.

“No, Sir.” Jill didn’t even hesitate. For some reason, she didn’t feel threatened and she was pretty certain Steph already knew that before he asked. Damn him.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Jill squeezed her eyes shut as Steph flipped the end of her skirt up her back and slid her emerald green thong over her hips and down her thighs to hang suspended between her ankles. Great. Now everyone behind them could see her fat ass. That knowledge was worse than knowing Steph would soon spank her. His palms ran over her ass checks and up her spine, then back again, the circles he traced getting smaller and smaller until he caressed only the center most part of her backside as of defining his territory. Just as Jill was caught in the lull of his feather light touch, his hands left her and one of them came down across her right cheek with a resounding pop. Jill surprised herself by staying rigid. The first swat was only a tap for as loud as it was. Steph ran his fingertips over the offended flesh for a few seconds then came down on her other cheek a bit harder.

Nothing. There was no fiery heat pooling anywhere, no electricity licking her insides…Pop! Steph slapped her on the first cheek once more and Jill surged forward. That one hurt and she bit back a grunt. It was then that Steph fell into a pattern. He would strike one cheek soothe it with a gentle stroke then assault the other cheek and repeat, all the while the heaviness of the swats getting more intense until Jill’s ass seared and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. And there was the heat. The blessed heat of arousal settled between her legs and her pussy throbbed and clenched. Steph continued the punishment until Jill was gasping and a steady stream of relief ran down her face, across her lips and down her chin to fall to the floor beneath her head with a sad plop. She hadn’t imagined it. It was quite possible for her to be turned on by pain, and quite real.

Then the spanking ceased. A solitary finger ran down the seam of Jill’s pussy and across her clit then Steph pulled away from her completely. Jill tilted her head to find him once again bent over staring at her. The finger that he’d run over her was under her nose glistening.

Steph smiled at her then slipped his forefinger between his lips and sucked her muskiness from it. Jill’s pussy palpitated with need.

Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina. She’s a military wife and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fourteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. She’s a member in good standing with the RWA, Passionate Ink and EPIC. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Destiny’s Fire, A Slower Lower Love, Salvation, Force Recon: Beacon Bayou, and Identity Crisis. Currently she’s working on sequels to several series to be released throughout 2010-2011. Ms. Munro also works as the Director of Marketing and Public Relations for Rebel Ink Press. She loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted via her website http://lilamunro.weebly.com , her joint effort website http://www.wickedmuses.blogspot.com or through Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Lila_Munro You can also contact her via email at lilasromance@gmail.com For more information about Rebel Ink Press please visit their website at www.rebelinkpress.com

Said Claudia Rhyes at Manic Readers about Identity Crisis, book one of the Identity series:

“Identity Crisis is a hot and fun read. I was a little confused at the beginning and how it started out, but the author cleared it up quickly. This is the first story I have read by this author and I am eager to read more. I loved the detail and description, especially when it came to the main characters and what they wanted. The author painted a tale of a rich, spoiled man who finds want he really wants at an unexpected place. I love the fire that Tori has inside of her. Again, the detail, conflict, and overall romance of the story gave you just enough without going overboard. There are also naughty little treats hidden within this tale that will make you need a cool glass of water and a fan.”

Thursday, June 2, 2011

“In an era where land is as unsettled as the times, these brave brides fight for their right to live and love--always in threes.”

Washington Territory, 1864

Ladies,

Gallagher Logging and the Gallagher brothers welcome you to Port Steele on beautiful Bachelor Bay in Washington Territory.

You have chosen to embark on a journey rife with excitement to an untamed land of incomparable beauty where the trees are as tall as mountains, the water as blue as any sapphire, and the men outnumber the women fifty to one. To leave the comfort of civilization and the support of your families to journey west takes great courage, but you are all courageous women. Together we will write the history of Washington Territory and develop the foundation of future generations.

Thank you for joining us in our quest to settle this land. May you love well, live long, make your fortunes, and attain your desires.

For the first time in her life, Elizabeth Mary Prescott was sorely tempted to abandon her vow to remain single. But entertaining such foolish notions as marrying again didn’t negate the truth of her situation. She’d signed on to this journey under false pretenses. No man would want her if he knew the truth. Nor would she trap an unsuspecting suitor into a marriage built on lies. Yet, there were other ways, though scandalous, to be with a man, ways which didn’t involve marriage.

Lizzie had never been the scandalous type. As the oldest of three children, all girls, she’d been the responsible, dependable daughter, despite her penchant for disregarding propriety at times. This land appealed to her sense of adventure and her disdain for the restrictions men placed on women. In an uncivilized land like this, a woman should be able to live by her own rules. Or so she hoped.

Lizzie hung back while the remaining female passengers, twenty-three young women, leaned over the ship’s railing. They gawked at the sea of men crowding the dock below. Potential husbands, every one of them, and plenty to pick from. These big, raw-boned men were dressed in their Sunday best. Their hair slicked back, their jaws freshly shaved. Big men for a big country. Hopefully, big hearts, too.

She shuddered as her wayward mind imagined the inappropriate and unacceptable things such men could do to a woman. It was not for her to find out. This trip was not about her. She would remain strong for her sisters and see that they secured marriages to suitable men of high moral standing and reputation, men with secure finances.

Once she completed her task, she’d fade into obscurity as a teacher in a rural school.

The sun peeked through the clouds, certainly a good omen. She could use some good luck.

The Civil War had decimated the male population back East. The few available men in her hometown paid her no mind. She stood too tall, lacked the fine-boned features men favored, and was a mite sharp-tongued and opinionated. Only one man had showed interest, but that nightmare was over.

Besides, she craved adventure. Yet, travelling from the East Coast to Puget Sound in Washington Territory proved to be more adventure than she’d bargained for, with the storms and whatnot.

But they’d made it. Every one of them. She glanced at each of her two sisters standing in front of her on the railing. Olivia, the shy middle sister who’d rather be reading a book, shrank back at the sight of all that masculinity and gazed up at Lizzie, obviously overwhelmed.

“I just want to sleep on a bed that doesn’t pitch and roll all night long.” Olivia pushed her glasses up with the tip of her finger and squinted at the crowd.

“As do I.” Lizzie patted her sister’s arm.

“I’ll never set foot on a boat again.”

“It doesn’t hold much interest to me, either. But we’re here, and look at the reception we’re getting.”

“It is disconcerting.”

Lizzie couldn’t agree more, but for once, held her tongue.

“It’s impressive. All these men. I could swoon.” Amelia, the youngest and prettiest sister, assessed the crowd. Her sharp eyes missed nothing. “I see several possibilities.”

“With your fair appearance, you’ll have your pick.” Lizzie smoothed her wrinkled dress and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, aware of what a fright she must appear. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t here to marry, only to find mates for her sisters, good, kind husbands.

“Yes, you will. They won’t even notice us.” Olivia let out a deep breath.

Amelia smiled and squeezed Olivia’s hand. “You, Olivia, will also have no shortage of suitors.”

Olivia turned to Lizzie. “And you, too.”

“I’m twenty-five, way past marrying age.” Her age was the least of her problems.

“I suspect if you’re a female and still breathing, you’re marrying age around here,” Amelia quipped and waved her handkerchief at one particularly enthusiastic man who’d climbed a tall pole to see over the crowd.

“She’s right, you know.” Olivia peered at the men over the rims of her reading glasses.

“I have no desire to be subservient to any man.” She didn’t add why. They all knew why.

“Yet you would wish that fate on us?”

“The both of you wouldn’t consider it fate, but a pleasant task.”

“Very pleasant.” Amelia leaned further over the railing. Her cleavage caught the men’s attention as she waved at the group with her lace handkerchief. Lizzie prayed she’d marry Amelia off before she soiled her reputation as a lady. Her bold approach to men and her inherent recklessness worried both older sisters. Amelia barely avoided scandal back in Boston.

Lizzie looked into the crowd. One man stood back from the group, leaning negligently against a tree. With a big, muscled body, dark wavy hair, and a ruggedly handsome face, he’d attract attention wherever he went. He oozed authority in the way of a stallion in a herd of mares. His gaze slammed into her with an intensity which almost sent her reeling backward. He trapped her with a look and held her captive. With a knowing smirk, he tipped his stained hat at her. Lizzie’s body heated, and her breath sat heavy in her lungs, making it hard to draw a breath. Moistness grew between her legs.

Lizzie forced her attention elsewhere, but she could still feel his eyes on her, almost as if he’d physically caressed her. Shaken, she busied herself by grabbing her bag and rummaging through it. When she stole a glance in the man’s direction, he’d disappeared into the crowd.

ADULT EXCERPT

Watching his brother fuck Lizzie so thoroughly and Lizzie loving every second of raunchy sex with his brother shattered Logan’s paper-thin control.

Not even allowing her a second to recover, Logan flipped her over onto her stomach.

“On your hands and knees,” he growled into her ear. She tried to comply, but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Lizzie sprawled on the bed and buried her head in the pillow. The little vixen was still recovering from her second orgasm of the night, but they weren’t done with her yet. Not even close.

“She’s not cooperating, is she, brother?” Gage grinned. He loved this part. Knowing the routine, Gage opened the drawer in the nightstand and removed a leather strap. He tossed it to his brother and waited.

“Lizzie, this is the last time I’m going to ask you nice. On all fours, now.”

“Please, not yet.”

Logan raised the strap and brought it down hard on her bare ass, leaving a nice red stripe across one rounded butt cheek.

Lizzie’s head shot up, and she screamed in surprise and pain.

“No screaming, woman. That’s one of the rules, remember?”

Lizzie nodded and struggled to her hands and knees, but she’d been disobedient and Logan liked obedience in his bed. He raised the strap three more times, leaving nice little crisscross marks on her ass, not hitting her hard enough to raise welts.

He nodded to Gage. “Give her something to do with that mouth of hers.”

Gage grinned. He knew what came next. Kneeling in front of her, Gage offered Lizzie his half-erect cock. “Clean my cock, hon, and don’t leave any of your juices on it.”

Lizzie bent her head to the task. Logan spread her knees wider and exposed her beautiful pink pussy. Raising the strap, he aimed and snapped it down between her legs, hitting his target perfectly. Lizzie threw her head back and let out an enraged scream.

“What the hell was that for?”

She tried to turn around, obviously pissed as hell. Gage held her shoulders, keeping her in place. That bit of attitude really turned Logan on. He’d tame this little wench or have a damn good time attempting to do so.

Tossing the strap aside, for he’d proven his point, Logan plunged his cock into her cum-drenched hole. He ground his crotch into hers, pulling out and leaving only the tip inside, he slammed into her again. She moaned and tilted her hips to take him deeper. That was his little Lizzie. In a few short weeks, she’d learned to love his cock as much as he loved her pussy. Withdrawing, he thrust harder, pushing her head into Gage’s stomach.

Gage guided her mouth onto his half-hard cock, and she sucked greedily on it. When it disappeared deep into her mouth, Logan buried his cock deep in her cunt. Damn, one of the most beautiful sights was watching his cock slide in and out of his wife’s cunt while she sucked on his brother’s cock.

Logan knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He also knew Lizzie liked her pleasure served with a little pain. Reaching underneath her, he pinched both nipples and twisted while he fucked her hard from behind. Gage muffled her cries by holding her cock-filled mouth.

Logan threw back his head and shouted his release. He pulled out and emptied his load on her striped butt cheeks. The thick substance splattered on her ass and ran down her legs. Logan rolled onto the bed and collapsed, as boneless as a jellyfish. He lay still for a moment, savoring the tempestuous emotions bombarding him. The sounds of Gage fucking her mouth drifted to him, sweet music to his ears, and brought him back to the present. Rolling over, he watched as Gage thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Keep her occupied,” Logan gave Gage a brother-to-brother look, and Gage nodded. Time to start the next phase of his wife’s training.

Lizzie nodded. Saliva ran down her chin, one of the most erotic sights he’d ever witnessed. She grabbed his cock and sucked on it with delicious abandon, going deep on him again.

Logan plunged two fingers into her sopping hole and swirled them around. He removed them and slid his cock back into her. He placed his hands on her hips to hold her in place as he established a rhythm. When she started squirming underneath him and sucked noisily on his brother’s cock, he knew she was as ready as she’d ever be.

He circled her butthole with his wet index finger. Bending down, he licked the tight little hole and violated it with his tongue. She wiggled her ass in his face. Her cries were muffled by the cock buried in her mouth. She adjusted to his invasion of her ass so he dared to take the next step. He pushed the tip of his finger in her tight ass and used it in concert with his soothing tongue. She froze and attempted to squirm away from him. He held her firm and pushed his finger in a little further.

When Summer Ryan arrives in North Carolina for her sister’s wedding, the last thing she expects is to stay for more than a week. Her life is half a world away. Then Cole and Dawson claim her as their mate.

With their brothers claiming Spring and Winter as their mates they hope, but hardly expect to find their mate in the Charlotte Airport. She’s not surprised by their abilities, but before they can fully claim her as their own, an emergency call comes, demanding their return to help find a lost child. Summer agrees to go with them, and then she makes a demand she wonders if they’ll be able to fulfill.

Will Summer be able to give up her vagabond life for two shape-shifting Irish Wolfhounds? Will Cole and Dawson be able to commit to marriage as their brothers are doing?

When Summer woke, she did not open her eyes at first. She was afraid that her meeting with Cole and Dawson had been a dream and when she opened her eyes she would find herself back in her cramped Russian hotel room, alone and horny. Then she felt warm hands caressing her body. Four hands brushing over her skin, leaving trails of heat everywhere they went.

Opening her eyes, she lifted her head from the pillow and looked down at her body.

“Oh, thank God, you’re real,” she whispered as the one on her right licked his way up the mound of her breast then swirled his hot, wet tongue around her erect nipple.

The other one lifted his head and looked at her. Green eyes. Cole. Which meant Dawson was the one now suckling at her tit as if it his life depended on it.

“Now, why would you think otherwise?” he asked as he took her other nipple between his finger and thumb and began to gently roll it.

“Oh,” Summer moaned and arched into their touch. “That feels so damn good.”

“Like that do you, little one?” Cole asked as he flicked her nipple back and forth several times before replacing fingers with lips, teeth, and tongue.

“Oh, hell yeah,” she answered, lifting both hands and speared their hair with her fingers.

Though she’d never told anyone, and never tested the theory, she’d always been of the opinion that her breasts were sensitive enough that she could get off just from playing with them. Without thinking about what she was doing, her knees bent and she began to lift her hips, fucking the air as the brothers suckled.

She sucked a breath and held it when a finger brushed over the entrance to her pussy. She didn’t know which brother that finger belonged to and she didn’t care. It all felt too good. After dipping in and swirling around her cunt, the digit gently brushed its way between her lower lips to her clit. As that finger began to circle the little knot of nerve-filled flesh, another finger took its place. This one went even deeper. It fucked in and out several times as it twisted back and forth. Then it disappeared.

“No,” she whined then made a sound of protest when the missing finger pressed against her back hole. “I’ve never…”

Dawson lifted his head from her breast just long enough to explain. Then he went right back to nibbling at the generous mound of flesh as his finger smoothed around and around and around her puckered star.

As Summer tried to formulate an argument, Cole took her clit between his fingers and pinched it, scattering her thoughts to the four winds. She could only feel as the brothers worked together with fingers and hands and lips and tongues.

That distracted her long enough for Dawson to slide the full length of his finger into her virgin hole. As he began to fuck her, Cole worked two fingers into her cunt. It took only a few minutes of their undivided attention before she bucked and came. Her mind went blank as she gave herself over to their ministrations.

When she was able to think again, she found herself wanting even more. She wasn’t sure what it was about these two men, but they turned her on like no other man ever had before. Opening her eyes, she found herself with her head on Dawson’s shoulder and Cole’s hard cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass.

“Happy birthday, little one,” Cole said, brushing a kiss over the bite mark he’d give her the night before. That touch sent a quiver of need through her.

She looked up at Dawson and smiled. “Is it my birthday?”

He smiled at her and nodded. “Yes, what would you like to do with it?”

Summer didn’t have to think before saying, “I want to suck your cock while Cole fucks me. Then I want to go shopping.”

As she spoke, she ran her hand down Dawson’s body to his thick, hard cock. She traced her way down the underside with two fingers before cupping her hand gently around his balls. “Then later I want to suck Cole’s cock while you fuck me.”

Both brothers groaned in response. She felt Cole’s cock twitch before he licked her shoulder again. “Sounds like a plan to me,” he murmured, his voice low and dark.

“Me, too,” Dawson agreed.

After he sat up and moved to lean against the headboard, Samantha rolled over and crawled between his widespread legs. He was longer than any cock she’d ever taken before. Wrapping one hand around the base, she swirled her tongue around the crown before taking just the head between her lips.

As she slowly took more and more of Dawson’s cock into her mouth, she felt Cole as he moved in close behind her. She pulled off the cock in front of her and moaned as he thrust full length into her on the first push. She sucked a breath as his short hairs brushed against her ass cheeks.